Wednesday, 20 April 2016

The Consequences of Dust


The Consequences of Dust





Because it gathers

I cannot be without you.



As I am heading towards

A dustbowl

Like Woody Guthrie.

I am wrapped around you.



Though it may

Not be in my best interests

I am unable to deny the

Consequences.



I hoover up feelings

Empty the bag

Occasionally.



It can’t be stopped

Because it gains momentum.



I am ready.

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